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I make mistakes! Sometimes?
Rather, I must say, mostly!
Even if I don't! Scandals are ready.
A good heart, I have.
But not so goodbye, I have.
Genuinely, I fix it but it mix it.
The crowd show up me late,
But wholeheartedly agree,
On ones who light up when they see me.
I give thy respect,
I never asked for,
Still that I showed, I earned for.
People will come for their needs,
But I never begged them for deeds.
Still I bless them a good health.
Nevermind, I am happy to help.
But warning you to read first line again!
That's what I am.
Love and missing ones will return,
How far they go, will return!
No need for boaster to come back.
I am magical, I said. I can control her.
You cannot!
Yes, I can, and I do.
You do not!
My eight-year-old twin is angry now, with a mean face.
I do not back down. Want to see?
How?
What do you want me to make her do?
Make her come down those stairs.
During Jeopardy?
I am backing up now.
Our mother loves Jeopardy, it is the only TV show she believes in.
I cannot control her during Jeopardy.
I wrack my brain
and it quickly comes up with a plan.
I smack her favorite blue glass vase off the top of the TV set.
There is a loud cracking sound.
My sister’s face turns into a horror movie.
She runs off, screaming “MAWWWWWWMMMMMMMM!”
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
See? I think stupidly.
I am magical!
Impulsivity is my middle name.
The Seven Deadly Sins
Seven deadly sins:
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Envy,
Gluttony and Sloth.
No altruism found here;
One-way street to selfishness.
Pride, Greed...self-centered.
All goals directed inward
To please only one...
Taker-Greed grabs, swindles all;
Boaster-Pride...smug, but lonely.
Lust and Gluttony;
Human over-indulgence
Of diverse cravings.
Lust for flesh...Gluttony, food.
Both are selfish abusers.
Anger and Envy
Sad sins of self-indulgence;
They feed each other.
Envy hates...wants what it sees;
Anger hates...wants its own way.
Sloth..non-creator
lives to just breathe, eat, sleep, be.
Only take, no give.
No motion and no action.
To be; means only to be.
Seven deadly sins:
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Envy,
Gluttony and Sloth.
No altruism found here;
One-way street to selfishness.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Contest: The Deadly Seven
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 02/07/2016
In my defense, in other silent words
In my actions they are deemed in perils
Harness, perish the thoughts, bring it out bring it about
It’s hard, so very, very, hard to hear
Those empty words
Those words that are always, always heard
And I won’t play favorites or try to flatter anyone
And I won’t as the grumblers malcontents following their own sinful desires
And I won’t be loud mothed boaster
Showing favoritism to gain advantage tryin to git over
While using, empty words
Empty words
Have you ever heard all of those empty, empty words?
They mean nothing if they’re not heard
Empty words
Them there those
Empty words
5/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee © 2022
Job 32:21
St. Jude16
This is a message to children who lack sincerity in school. Hard work always gives easy success. Whatever hardwork we do during our school days, decides our future for entire life. Its not only about studies but the sincerity which is developed along with it.
This is a story of two brothers.
Who lived together forever.
Both enjoyed the dignity of a patrician.
Well bred with values and tradition.
Sharp contrast of a Strategician and a tactician.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING SCHOOL DAYS
Given his druthers, Veerang would skip studies,
Would escape to play snooker and pool with buddies.
A boaster, prodigal spender and his pathological lies.
Hard work during childhood is just about studies, he didn’t realize.
Krishnang, sincere and studious, positive and jovial.
Help to mom, a great company to sisters, extremely capable.
Topper in school, loved by all, he was just so amiable.
Yes, both grew together.
One believed in hard work, another preferred leisure.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING ADULT HOOD
With freedom comes responsibility.
It’s not only about us but our family’s and parent’s dignity.
Hard work during childhood decides our ability.
Yes, our capabilities and the possibilities
In a way our acceptability and applicability.
Krishnang, goes for holidaying across nations.
Veerang is still striving to boil the ocean
What an irony, hardwork now is a compulsion.
JUXTAPOSITION POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date: 21st Nov; 2020
Nay greet for me, I yet live
ne'er was I a bairn to ye
mind me ere I once were
when drouthy neibors met
t'were to tak a dram or two
then tak the gate
na think on lang miles
nor of sulky dame
as frae her ye flee 'd
na catch'd wi' a skellum
blethering lik a blellum
ah lass na greet for me
by the auld haunt kirk
auld Nick a towzie tyke
nay catch'd this bogle
who scre'd the pipes and
gart them all a skirl
til skies a' did dirl
an in cauld hand held a candle
his ain soul now bereft
bides her lass, nay greet for me
translation
Do not cry for me, I yet live
never was I a baby to you
mind me as I once was
when thirsty neighbours met
it was to share a dram or two
then take the road home
do not think of long miles
nor of sullen wife
as from her you fled
not to be caught as a waster
rambling like a boaster
do not cry for me lass
by the old haunted church
Old Nick a shaggy dog
could not catch this ghost
who screwed the pipes
and make them squeal
until the heavens all ring
and in his hand a candle held
his ain soul now bereft
bides her, lass do not cry for me